To Sushi or Not to Sushi

NOT to Sushi.

It's day two of Sweetie's birthday. I took him to dinner and he chose Sushi. I should not have let him choose.

He's been a couple of times and has told me how good it is and that he just KNOWS I'll love it.

We go. First, he can't remember what he and Jason normally order. Great. So then we try to choose on our own. Mistake. Everything seems to have eel in it. I don't think I like eel. I don't think God intended us to eat eel.

I have to give them credit though, the stuff is beautiful. I wanted to like it. I really did. But the near hurling that followed putting it in my mouth was just too much.

At one point I'm trying to dissect it and eat SOMETHING that I recognize, then I can't pick the dang thing up with my stupid chopstick. This is one of THOSE places that doesn't even give you a fork and then the three ladies were just standing to the side as if mocking me and my lame attempt at chop-sticking.

When I finally stab the thing and plop it into my mouth - I then feign my delight, and fought the urge to spew....I vowed I would never, NEVER eat such morsels again.

I basically ate my edemame, ginger salad and then Sweetie took me to the Dunkin' Donuts for dessert. Ahhhh, a balanced meal.